tender turn of bricks - burn

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REDVOX "VINNY" ABRAMO - cis male - goat-bat hybrid - harbinger

Vox couldn't exactly say that he had been the toughest guy around back before the Halls had first disbanded. Before he had just been a kit, inexperienced and a bit if a runt, hardly fit for any kind of battle. As he had grown up as Hadley's apprentice, he had gradually become more and more adept at defending himself and others, and when he had first become Harbinger, he had been pretty damn confident he could do well in a fight. Sure, he wasn't exactly the strongest around in the group, since he had been only a domestic feline in a group full of many different creatures, but he was good at fighting and strategy, and that was what he had prided himself on. Still, no amount of fighting and strategy had been able to prevent the flames that had destroyed the Halls the first time. Nowadays, he had a large body than his old domestic feline one, and he still retained his strategy and battle skills, but he still wasn't the strongest around. Still, it felt sort of... comforting, that Aslisk wasn't fireproof anymore. Truly, he had no evidence to back up her claims of being fireproof before, but it still made him feel at ease. The wyvern wasn't invulnerable, which meant that if her anger got the best of her and she did decide to try and attack her fellow Halls members, they would be able to take her down. He was sure that if he ever brought that up aloud to her, she'd be furious at the mere thought, but he wasn't stupid enough to actually tell her that to her face, knowing it would only anger the burnt female farther – which really wasn't something they needed considering her hair trigger temper already.

A soft snort left the hybrid harbinger after a moment, and he mumbled with a prompt shake of his head, trying not to sound too patronizing as he spoke, "It's pretty obvious that y'not fireproof anymore, Aslisk. If ya were, we wouldn't be havin' this conversation." He noticed the way that she yanked her wyvern form away from him, her eyes narrowing in rage and irritation at the very prospect of being touched, and he took that as a sign to pull his wings back, falling back down to all fours. He then let out a sharp bark of laughter when Aslisk attempted to pronounce aloe vera, her long tongue hopelessly stumbling over the words and arriving at something completely off from the actual pronunciation. Shaking his head from side to side, the gat mumbled as he gestured to the nature tumbling about all around them, including the still burning pile of remains that she had burnt herself with, "'S'technically just called aloe, but it's not a food. It's a plant that people use ta relieve th'pain from burns like the one you're currently sufferin' from. You mash it inta paste 'n' apply it to the burn and it feels better. Shouldn't be too hard ta find some around here. I think I've got some in m'room, in fact. It should help with th'pain. That's the most I know how ta help, since I'm far from a cleric." He had essentially no medical knowledge to speak of beyond the most basic of things such as "wrap a wound up so that it doesn't get infected," and even that he sometimes failed at, making the bandages too loose and dirty.